Green Valley knew Seth and knew Fanny Foster. Fanny would
most certainly tell Seth about it. And everybody knew just how mad
Seth would get. Fanny would not of course accomplish much. But she
would open up the subject, suffer the first violence of Seth's anger
and so make it easier for some more competent person to take Seth to
task and force him to be reasonable.
The minister had spoken to Seth long ago but though Seth listened
quietly to the quiet words of the one man he had come to love in his
queer fashion, he had set his jaw grimly at the end and said, "No, sir!
I've made up my mind not to stand this interference with my personal
liberty and God Himself can't budge me!"
"Yes, He can, Seth. But don't let it go that far," Cynthia's son had
begged.
Now all Green Valley was waiting to see Fanny tackle Seth in the name
of the Civic League. It would be funny, everybody said.
Fanny did it one sunny afternoon in early spring when the streets were
gay with folks all out to taste the first bit of gladness in the air.
Fanny did it in her usual lengthy and thorough manner and permitted no
interruptions. She was talking for the first time in her life with
authority vested in her by a civic body. So there was a strength and a
conscientiousness about her remarks that struck home.
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